Luyện nghe bài hát 100 Winters

SB don't spy seven jeans
5000 islands on my fuckin' chain
I be wallin' man, I'm a man
There ain't else by me, man
(Ha, ha)

I tell float on and go on to the ozone
I'm so gone, my like a prolong
I pro and hold on to it like a trombone
I'm so blown and um, I got that cock
I don't need that thumb

So on
You get the one the drum on it
That's the one that dit

I'm so terrific I spit

Put my up in yo ass
Now I'm kickin' in yo
Now I'm at yo bitch

And she catch it her lip
Nah, she it with her mouth
And since I'm the
She to catch it on her blouse

I her, whoa, easy, baby
I'm king so she eat the baby, wait
gets way more crazier
We flip the like she was in the gymnasium
I ain't fuckin' with the bitches with the

That's no dome, bitch, go
Yeah, bi-bi-bi bitch,
I spit the winters on my snow cone
Lil' nigga like he get his bowl on
Boss man, pimp stro, pimp
I can let my money go when the blow

it come right back like a rental
And make them bitches understand me 10 fo
Niggas is like instrumentals
I bet you bitches me like 10 fo

Get ya top and get trimmed low
like my Benzo
Ridin' with my hoes
No, I mean my hoe's

Fuckin' all my hoe's
Takin' all my ends
will make that globe spin
I these young niggas, pimp or die

Won't get that Benz if they don't them
Eyes dip 'em thighs, thin 'em ties and if you at
I, I don't preach, I and give you beef with them fries

Come to the and find
I live where all the seagulls fly
See baby, I'm so
All I you to do is just shut up and fry
(Ha, ha)

Yeah,
Me an' Mac is just two niggas from the hood
all from the same tree, cut from the same wool
I'm just the young lion and he the bull
Now slam me da
That pistol on my hip, now I gotta in the pool

I had a Lammy in school, I think it was red
I'm T.I red, I'm T.I red, you D.I-ed of what you said
Chyee, I'm as an image
And I keep it bumpin' a mothafuckin' blemish
Two twins shrink me up genies
I'm finished, I say Billion

When I'm finished say, "Weezy, you killed it"
Hop on yo shit and say, "Weezy, you it"
So fly I got wings on me
A gun on me but I pop ya in ya stomach

Now I got yesterday's on me
Now was real rude, homie
And I like a weed plant
Young Money muthafucka, that cheese at?